Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.